I Am
Ignatia's thoughts through the years as she grows up.
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I am tiny
I cannot reach the tops of the shelves
Stretching, reaching
Why is it so far away?
I am lonely
They always go and leave me behind
Running, chasing
Why can I not come along?
I am angry
They don't listen to me when I speak
Shouting, yearning
Why do they not understand?
I am puny
That is what I know they think of me
Shaking, crying
Why can't I be strong like them?
I am
And I will show them all